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Chen Yi's Spiritual Proposition
Marshal Chen Yi's Anti-Japanese War Poems

Rola Chen 1942.7

It's a tough day for War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression today,

Many new graves remind me.

Five years later,

A red heart shining Han flag.

In the middle of this country, I don't want to see my son standing upright.

Look inside, I just want to cook beans.

Nine, fight for the mountain,

The same hatred and the period of 100 million people.

Commemorating the 65th Anniversary of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's Victory (Anti-Japanese War Poetry)

give

die

human

Ba Jin

We won't cry for you anymore,

Only full of red blood can wash away our regrets and shame;

We have no right to insult the honor of the dead,

It's just that we have to endure more pain and suffering.

We used to boast that we were free,

We talked about courage and sacrifice,

We slept on a dangerous cliff all day,

A row of guns and a fire ruined our dreams.

Fire devours young life,

Set foot on a quiet farm,

Bloody winds swept through prosperous cities,

Stay-death, silence and desolation.

We shed tears in the dark,

Seek a moment's peace in humiliation.

The remains of six years ago rotted in the wilderness,

A row of guns and a fire took countless lives.

"Justice" perished under the spear,

Freedom is trampled like a piece of waste paper,

The invaders arranged a celebration banquet on the land of China,

The blood of the innocent cries "revenge!"

It was you who bravely shouted out the voice of resistance from the darkness.

It is you who shed blood and risked the enemy's bullets to move forward:

"Go, I'd rather be headless spectre on the battlefield.

Don't be a humiliating slave and drag out an ignoble existence! "

We won't bring tears and sighs to your grave again,

We will answer your cry with blood and meat,

You died bravely, rest in peace,

When our last drop of blood fell on the plains of China.

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about

home

Jingzhi He

Shaanxi, Gansu and Ningxia-my home,

There are several new kilns here.

This is-my crops:

Millet is yellow,

Buckwheat blooms,

Listen to this.

Millet leaves are running wildly. What are you going to say? ②

Well, this cow, this sheep,

These black pigs.

Shining warm sunshine,

The color is lively and fragrant, and a red flag is inserted on it.

Looking at this beautiful scene,

How can I not love? Before the revolution,

Poor thing ... well,

Forget about the past!

Shaanxi, Gansu and Ningxia-my home,

It's different now.

Ah! You see, in that millet field (next to Zhaojiahe),

There is a shadow coming!

Is it a wolf? Is it a dog?

Or some bad guy?

Well, I can see clearly:

It's them!

Baby! Bring me my gun,

We must get rid of this thief!

Oh!

Shaanxi, Gansu, Ningxia, my home,

How can I ask robbers to invade,

How can I not defend it?

① This is embarrassing: China Northwest Dialect, here.

(2) Millet: namely sorghum.

mayflower

Guang Wei Ran

Flowers are in full bloom in Yuan Ye in May.

Flowers mask the blood of people with lofty ideals.

In order to save this dying country,

They fought stubbornly against the Japanese.

Today, Northeast China has been dead for four years.

We suffer in pain every day!

I lost my freedom and my job,

Put up with the cruel whip with humiliation!

The enemy's iron hoof crossed the Great Wall,

The Central Plains is still singing and dancing;

Goodwill! "Good neighbors"! Ah! Dirty surrender!

Forget this country, forget us!

I can't help but be filled with anger.

We look forward to this roar;

The roar woke the unfortunate people,

The oppressed shake their fists together!

Songhuajiang river coast

Zhang

My home is on the Songhua River in the northeast.

There are forest coal mines,

There are also soybean sorghum all over the mountains.

My home is on the Songhua River in the northeast.

There are my compatriots there,

And elderly parents.

"Nine? September 18th "and" Nine "? September 18th ",

Since that tragic era,

"Nine? September 18th "and" Nine "? September 18th ",

From that tragic moment, outside my hometown,

Abandon endless treasures,

Wandering! Wandering!

The price is hovering at the gate all day!

When can I go back to my lovely hometown?

When will I get my endless treasure back?

Parents, parents,

When,

To get together!